Remember when you were a kid and you used to play the card game Old Maid? Well, I do and I remember always thinking: What's wrong with being the Old Maid? I mean, she doesn't have any children to look after, she has a steady job as a maid, she's self-sufficient and she doesn't have to deal with a husband. That seems like the perfect life!
Ok, well this post goes out to my eight year old self.
Dear Self,
Tonight, you worked a six hour shift with no breaks and cleaned floors, tables, conveyor belts, a child's nose, vacuumed carpets and cleaned out coffee dispensers. You left work sweaty and gross only to come home wherein you consumed cheese puffs, Toblerone chocolate and beer for dinner. Then you cleaned out your car because you have nothing better to do because you're single, childless and broke because (as you see above) you are a glorified janitor for a supermarket.
This is NOT good.
Love,
Self
PS. Work on not being the Old Maid, k?
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